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Archive name: J&J-1.txt (mf,bond,cons)
Authors name: The Sender (SNDR007@AOL.com)
Story title : Jefferey and Jennifer (first part)
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JEFFEREY AND JENNIFER (first part)
By The Sender
William Jefferey could hear water running as he floated
in a semi-trance, slipping back and forth between a
sweet dream and a memory of the things he and Jennifer
had done the night before. He loved that time of
morning, and he liked to prolong it whenever he could,
so he stayed in bed with his eyes closed, drifting,
listening to the shower, and imagining her body and the
pleasure it had given him.
Last night, Jennifer had finally let him put his cock
in her ass, and he could still see her looking back
over her shoulder as he pushed it past her well-
lubricated sphincter. "Please be gentle. Please
don't stop."
Jefferey was gentle, he didn't stop, and she loved it,
as he knew she would since the first time he'd touched
her there.
He heard the shower stop, and after a few minutes, his
lover came softly into the bedroom. Jefferey pretended
to be asleep, eyes nearly closed in the half-light.
Jennifer watched him for a few seconds, and then very
quietly opened the drawer reserved for their erotic toy
collection and started filling the small gym bag they
kept there.
Jefferey stayed in bed, playing dead, waiting to see
what she had in mind. After a few minutes, she left
with the bag, and soon he could hear her movements in
the next bedroom. She crept across the hall to the
guest bathroom, and he could hear cabinets opening and
closing and more water running.
At this point, it was clear that Jennifer was working
on something, and Jefferey was hoping that it would be
a surprise for him.
Jennifer returned to the bedroom and went back to the
toy drawer. She took out the ankle and wrist cuffs and
set them on the dresser, along with the leather D-Ring
belt they used in their bondage games. Then she came
over to the bed to wake him with a kiss.
Jennifer kissed his face and my lips, and when her
tongue went into his mouth, Jefferey came to life,
kissing her back and reaching out to pull her into bed.
"Not so fast," she teased. "I've got other plans for
you." She knelt by the bed and took his cock into her
mouth for a few minutes, just long enough to bring it
to life. Then she stood up, retrieved the cuffs and
the belt, and brought them over to the bedside.
"Sit up and put these on." Her tone was firm, but
flirtatious. She seemed to know that he would comply,
and he did. "I've got a surprise for you in the next
room. Are you curious?"
Jefferey smiled and nodded.
"If you want it, you'll have to work for it," she
teased, and she clipped his wrists to the belt with
a couple of snap-hooks and pushed him back on the bed.
Jennifer opened her robe and dropped it to the floor.
Her petite breasts stood out firm and proud, nipples
erect. As she stood next to the bed, feet apart,
Jefferey could see the coral edges of her swollen
labia peeking through her closely cropped bush. He
knew what the price of his curiosity would be.
She took his cock in one hand and stroked it for a
few minutes while she massaged herself with the other.
Then she climbed up on the bed, straddled his head, and
settled down on his face like a hen tending her eggs.
"You know what I like, now do it," she commanded.
Jefferey went to work on her, using his tongue and
lips to separate her folds and probe the opening to
her vagina, before locking in on her clitoris. He
trapped it between his lips and lashed it with his
tongue until she came forcefully, almost drowning him
in her secretions.
Jennifer climbed off, kissed Jefferey deeply, and
licked her come from his lips. "Mmmm. I taste good,
don't I?" Jefferey nodded his agreement.
"Now, it's time for your surprise." Jennifer went
back to the toy drawer, retrieved a blindfold, and
tied it around his head. She instructed him stand up,
and then, with a firm grip on his cock, she led him
down the hall to the guest bedroom.
"Sit back on the bed. I want you in position before
you see what's in store for you." She pushed him back
to the bed and sat him down, then released his wrists
from the snap-hooks. "Now lay down and put your arms
over your head. "
This was really getting interesting. Before today,
Jefferey had always been the dominant one in the games
they played, but Jennifer was really taking to the
role, and Jefferey made up his mind to help her along.
He stretched out as directed, and felt Jennifer clip
his wrists together and secure them to the headboard.
Next he felt his right ankle pulled upward and outward
and secured, dangling a couple of feet in the air.
Then the other ankle followed suit. Jennifer worked
quickly and without a word.
Within two minutes, Jefferey was bound and spread-
eagled with his ass lifted off the bed. "Here, baby
boy. This will make you more comfortable," she cooed,
as she pushed a pillow under his ass.
It did help support him and he thanked her, addressing
her as "Mistress." Jefferey could feel himself starting
to slide into the submissive role, and it surprised him
a little, but he had gone this far, and decided to
keep playing along.
"Now it's time for my baby to see what's in store for
him." Jennifer laughed, and she removed the blindfold.
Jefferey was stunned by what he saw.
The guest bed was an old four-poster canopy model that
had been equipped for bondage. It had an assortment of
rings and eyebolts mounted in strategic places, and
Jennifer had used them thoughtfully. Jefferey's hands
were tied off to the center of the headboard, and his
legs were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed with
some short cotton ropes from the toy drawer.
Jefferey had to admire Jennifer's handiwork. She had
learned a lot in the months they had been together, but
her obvious skill isn't what stunned him. What really
caught his eye was the huge bulging black rubber enema
bag that she had hung from another eyebolt on the cano-
py frame. It was centered between his ankles, and he
couldn't take his eyes off of it. A long thick hose
with a squeeze-bulb in the middle hung down to the
mattress and then curled back up, disappearing into the
mouth of the bag, where a thick head of soapsuds was
visible.
"Surprise, lover." There was a child-like glee in
Jennifer's voice. "You fucked my ass last night, now
I'm going to fuck yours. Nothing like a nice, warm
enema to get you ready." Jefferey was speechless.
He didn't even know that Jennifer had an enema bag in
the house, let alone one so exotic in appearance, and
they had been living together for two months. She
seemed to read his mind. "There are a few things you
don't know about me yet," Jennifer said, teasingly.
"I bet you thought that last night was your idea,
didn't you? Well it wasn't. I got tired of getting
myself ready and waiting for you to make your move,
so I steered you a little. Now, it's your turn." She
smiled broadly and gave the bag a little squeeze.
Steaming soapsuds spilled over the side.
Jefferey could feel himself starting to panic. "This
is how the game works," Jennifer explained in a matter-
of fact tone, "I'm going to give you the three quarts
in this bag, and once it's is empty, you will have to
hold it for ten minutes before you get to let it out.
I will make you work for every drop, and if you stop
pleasing me, I will stop the flow until you figure out
what I want. Remember that the ten-minute clock
doesn't start until the bag is empty, and I've got all
day. After this enema, there will be one more to rinse
the soap out of you, and then it will be time for your
stretching exercises. Don't let any water leak out,
or I will make you drink what you spill."
Jennifer paused dramatically to let her speech sink in,
then she reached up and withdrew the nozzle from the
mouth of the bag. It was a good six inches long and
about an inch in diameter. She smeared it with KY
jelly, and then pushed another finger-full into
Jefferey's ass and stroked his prostate.
"Don't you dare come," she warned, "or you will really
regret it." Then she took his cock in her mouth and
started sucking. Trapped between her mouth and her
finger, poor Jefferey couldn't keep still, and soon he
was thrusting to the rhythm she set up.
He was almost at the point of no return when she lifted
her head from his cock and pushed the nozzle against
his anus.
Jefferey impaled himself on it reflexively, and she
pushed it home with a twist. He heard a click, and
immediately felt the hot water flooding his bowels.
His poor cock was left twitching in the air as his
belly started to swell, and within a minute, he was
cramping and begging for mercy.
Jennifer turned off the flow. "I've got all day, baby
boy," she reminded me. "How about you? Wouldn't you
like to get this over with?" She held the nozzle
firmly in place as he started to squirm, then she
climbed on to the bed and settled herself over his
face, with her glistening lips a few inches above his
nose. "Reach for it," she commanded, and Jefferey
lifted his head, stretched his neck and started licking
her in long, slow strokes. "Perfect," she murmured,
"Perfect," and he heard that ominous click again. "Now
my ass. Lick me there."
Jefferey shifted his attention to her puckered little
bung and massaged it with the tip of his tongue.
Jennifer groaned her approval, leaned forward and
reached for the squeeze bulb. "Let's pump you up a
little," she said in a teasing tone, and she gave the
bulb a few sharp squeezes.
Each time she did, Jefferey felt his cock jump. He was
invaded, flooded, pressurized, and really beginning to
worry.
Jefferey didn't know how he was going to take the whole
bag, let alone hold it for ten minutes. He had only
had a few enemas in his life, and they were all un-
pleasant and explosive.
Finally, the bag emptied with a slurping sound, and
Jennifer produced a kitchen timer, which she set for
fifteen minutes instead of ten.
"I lied." she said, and then she laughed.
"No, please. I can't hold it. I know I can't,"
Jefferey whined.
"That's OK, baby. I'll help you," she cooed. "Let's
get that nozzle out of you. Clamp down now, don't
lose any water." She slid it out and Jefferey clenched
his buns together as tightly as he could. Jennifer
walked across the room and returned with an inflatable
anal plug that he had never seen before...he was
beginning to realize that there was a side to her he
had never imagined. She pushed the plug past his
clenched sphincter and gave the pump three healthy
squeezes. Suddenly, Jefferey felt like he had an
orange in his rectum. Jennifer tugged on the plug a
few times and nodded her approval. Then she told
Jefferey to relax and let the enema work.
Jennifer re-set the timer for fifteen minutes and
announced that they would spend the time in a 69, as
long as Jefferey understood that he was not to come
under any circumstances.
He hastily agreed, and she mounted him again. By this
time, Jennifer was so wet and open that he lost himself
in her scent and her sweetness. Her mouth and tongue
were warm and soft on his cock, but he was able to hold
his come and focus on her pleasure.
The timer sounded sooner than he expected, but Jennifer
stayed in place, riding his tongue for several minutes
more. Jefferey could feel her about to come, when she
stopped, climbed off, and kissed him deeply on the
lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"I want your sweet cock inside me when I come," she
murmured, then squatted over him and guided it home.
Jennifer gripped his cock powerfully and rode it slowly
at first, but they both knew knew she wouldn't last
long, and Jefferey knew that he wouldn't either, in
spite of her warning. He watched her breasts sway as
she slid slowly up and down, then she leaned forward,
gripped his shoulders, and filled his mouth once again
with her tongue.
They exploded together in one wrenching orgasm.
-=*=-
In Part 1, our hero Jefferey (who is used to having
things his way) allowed his curiosity to get the better
of him. The lovely Jennifer has taken advantage of
this momentary weakness, and turned the tables. Poor
Jefferey has been bound, suspended, pressurized and
plugged, and is starting to regret what he had con-
sidered to be an act of generosity on his part. To
make matters worse, he has just had a powerful (but
expressly forbidden) orgasm, and he does not yet know
what his penalty will be. Right now, he is filled with
uncertainty and anxiety instead of the bliss of after-
glow.
Part 2
Our story continues:
"I told you not to come," Jennifer said sternly. "You
made a mess, and now you'll have to clean it up." she
reached down with one hand and squeezed her lips to-
gether as she pulled away from Jefferey's limp cock.
Once again, she squatted over his face. "Lick up your
come and you can go to the toilet." She was so wet
that he didn't know where to start, but he sucked every
drop out of her and licked her lips clean.
Jennifer released his wrists, one at a time, and
clipped them to his belt. Then she lowered Jefferey's
legs, escorted him to the bathroom, and sat him on the
toilet. She deflated the plug and the water poured out
of his bowels.
To add to his embarrassment, she stayed in the bathroom
with while he emptied, commenting on the odor, flushing
the toilet from time to time, and preparing his next
enema.
She filled a clear glass pitcher with tap water, then
poured in a small cup of powder that she had already
prepared. After stirring vigorously for a few minutes,
the powder was dissolved and the liquid was clear
again. "This time you will take two quarts of cool
water with a little baking soda to kill the soap. I
think you'll find it very soothing," she said in her
best clinical tone.
How does she know this stuff? Jefferey couldn't help
but wonder. After a good half-hour on the toilet, she
stood him in the shower and rinsed him off. Then
she rubbed him down with a fresh fluffy towel and led
him back to the guestroom where his next enema was
waiting.
The pitcher was on a small table at the foot of the
bed. Next to it was the largest bulb syringe Jefferey
had ever seen. It had to be five or six inches in
diameter with a fat fluted nozzle about eight inches
long.
Jennifer instructed him to kneel on the bed with his
knees apart and to lean forward until his chest was on
the mattress. With his wrists still clipped to the
belt, Jennifer commanded Jefferey to reach back, spread
his cheeks, and receive his enema.
Jefferey had a perfect view of the proceedings in the
dressing mirror on top of the bureau to his right, and
that scene in the mirror, along with his willing par-
ticipation in it, filled him with a sense of humilia-
tion. He had gone way beyond "going along," and he
realized that he had finally embraced the role of
"submissive" in spite of himself. That realization
shamed him, and at the same time, it charged him with
erotic energy.
Jennifer caught him looking in the mirror, and she
made the most of it, "Watch everything I do," she
commanded, and she walked around behind him to the
foot of the bed.
She filled the syringe noisily and lubricated the fat
nozzle with a flourish. Jefferey followed every move,
waiting nervously for her touch. "Ass up! Arch your
back," she barked, and he complied. With one hand on
the small of his back, she wiped the nozzle against
his anus, then opened him with it and pushed it all
the way in.
Squeezing with both hands, she emptied the syringe in
a couple of seconds. As the cool water surged into him,
Jefferey's cock stiffened. Jennifer took notice.
"My baby boy likes his enemas," she teased, and she
fucked him with the nozzle for a few strokes before
refilling the syringe and pushing it back inside.
To tell the truth, Jefferey was starting to enjoy the
odd sensations she was generating, even the pressure
of the enema.
It took six full bulbs to empty the pitcher, and
Jennifer took her time administering them. By the
time she was done, his anus and prostate were highly
sensitized. When Jefferey heard the buzz of the
vibrator, he knew that he was in even deeper trouble
than he had imagined.
"You're going to love this," Jennifer teased, as she
displayed the vibrator in the mirror. It was made of
white plastic, long and slender, with a smooth surface.
It looked more like a medical appliance than a cock-
replica.
Jennifer set it on a low speed and started massaging
his anus. Jefferey was desperately trying to hold the
enema, but at the same time, he really wanted to make
room for the buzzing invader in Jennifer's hand. It
took a few minutes to find the right balance of tension
and relaxation, but Jennifer was patient and per-
sistent, and soon, his prostate and anus were tingling.
Jefferey was on the edge of an uncontrollable orgasm
when Jennifer turned the speed up and started fucking
his ass vigorously. He could not hold back, and he
sprayed his come on the bed. "Bad boy!" she scolded.
"Now lick it up. Now!!" She held the vibrator firmly
in his ass while he crawled backwards and lowered his
head to lick his come from the sheets.
After a few minutes of trying, Jennifer gave him a swat
on the ass and told him to go to the toilet. Holding
the vibrator in place, she followed him into the bath-
room, sat him down and released the water. This time,
he emptied out more readily, almost in one continuous
flow.
Mercifully, she left the bathroom while he drained, and
she made him wait on the toilet for a while to be sure
that he was empty. After another shower and another
towel drying, Jennifer pronounced him "fuckable," and
led him back to the bedroom.
While Jefferey was in the bathroom, Jennifer had been
re-decorating the bedroom. The room was lit with about
twenty candles, and she had incense burning and Ravi
Shankar playing on the stereo, very romantic in a
Middle-Eastern sort of way. She sat Jefferey on the
bed and knelt down in front of him.
"I think that you have some idea of the pleasure I can
give you," she said softly, looking straight into his
eyes. "I would rather fuck you as a willing partner
than as a bound subject, but I will certainly fuck you,
one way or the other."
There was no menace in her voice. Jennifer was matter
of fact, almost pleading. Jefferey realized then that
it would be better to give her a gift instead of forc-
ing her to take it.
"I understand, Jennifer, and I would love to have you
fuck me. Just remember that it's my first time."
She smiled and kissed him, and then she released his
wrists. They stood and embraced, kissing deeply and
caressing each other. Jefferey could see that it was
his turn to flirt and tease and open himself up to her,
to finally give her complete control over his body.
He was at once relieved, apprehensive, expectant,
resigned, and a little bit ashamed. What would she
do next? How could he get himself into this pre-
dicament? Why didn't he stop it? Why was he so
aroused?
Something inside kept him going with the flow, turning
more and more control over to her, and he couldn't
figure out what it was.
They sat down, then laid down on the bed, and started
making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat
of Daddy's car, only this time, Jefferey was coy and
apprehensive and Jennifer was the aggressor, as
aggressive as Jefferey had ever been. Soon, she had
him on his belly with his ass in the air, waiting
expectantly as she attached a strap-on dildo to the
harness she was wearing. Jefferey felt her tongue in
his mouth and her fingers in his ass as she lubricated
and stretched him, then she was behind him, massaging
his cheeks and spreading them wide. She kissed his
back and neck, and soon he felt the thick blunt end of
her dildo pressing against his anus.
Jefferey looked back over his shoulder and found
Jennifer staring into his eyes, "Please be gentle,
please don't stop," he murmured She smiled, closed her
eyes, and pressed forward. As Jefferey reached back
to open up to her, his hands found her waist and pulled
her forward. She slid inside easily.
Jefferey felt her hard nipples pressed against his back
and her tongue teasing his ear. Her hair fell across
his neck as she leaned over him. She put her hands on
his shoulders and fucked him slowly and deeply. Jef-
ferey closed his eyes and surrendered.
It was the most amazing sensation.
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